5.0 Chronicles (feat. Curren$y)
Hop in my 5.0
Toss on something smooth
Plottin' on a bigger move
Real Estate in the hills
Came with a master plan
Went home and switched whips
30 day run in my under
Touch fifty quick
Figured I'd send the bitch
Fucked around and made a star
Top notch clientele
3k for every call
We don't glamorize the game we tryin to do better
Still spendin five G's on these cashmere sweaters
You niggas was cupcaking
We was playing Costa Mesa
At the Cheesecake Factory and the V1
Tip the valet, pull off in somethin special
Secret location, doin push-ups and swimming
Six figure credit line just to bill the corporation
Take heed my nigga, this a different conversation
A lotta shit changed
Way more crazy, but I maintained
5.0 swang
Yeah yeah
Gas in my jar, gas in my car
My mama prayed hard cause her son a star
Automatic start, range hella far
Pull up to what used to be my lil broad
Backslidin every 90
She still cool so we like close friends
So much in common
Smokin' and countin', tossin' gold coins in the water fountain
Making wishes on em' pullin' Impalas out em'
Couple foreign I got em
Holdin' something about em
I often talk about em' over beats that's knocking
They legs tired from clout chasing
Eyes sore from pocket watching
My flow amazing all this holy water around me girl you better thank the lord you found me
Toss on something smooth
Plottin' on a bigger move
Real Estate in the hills
Came with a master plan
Went home and switched whips
30 day run in my under
Touch fifty quick
Figured I'd send the bitch
Fucked around and made a star
Top notch clientele
3k for every call
We don't glamorize the game we tryin to do better
Still spendin five G's on these cashmere sweaters
You niggas was cupcaking
We was playing Costa Mesa
At the Cheesecake Factory and the V1
Tip the valet, pull off in somethin special
Secret location, doin push-ups and swimming
Six figure credit line just to bill the corporation
Take heed my nigga, this a different conversation
A lotta shit changed
Way more crazy, but I maintained
5.0 swang
Yeah yeah
Gas in my jar, gas in my car
My mama prayed hard cause her son a star
Automatic start, range hella far
Pull up to what used to be my lil broad
Backslidin every 90
She still cool so we like close friends
So much in common
Smokin' and countin', tossin' gold coins in the water fountain
Making wishes on em' pullin' Impalas out em'
Couple foreign I got em
Holdin' something about em
I often talk about em' over beats that's knocking
They legs tired from clout chasing
Eyes sore from pocket watching
My flow amazing all this holy water around me girl you better thank the lord you found me
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Joseph Rogers, Shante Scott Franklin, Larry Eugene Hendricks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.